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Redemption Recalled	By : MoonlightVision Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 9161 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of JK's world and characters, I do not make any money from this. I merely borrow for fun. The only thing I own is my feisty Lexi and the story arch.

Chapter List
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A/N: So this was turning out to be a long chapter! The full chapter isn't quite done yet but I wanted to give you guys something since it's been a while since I added anything... I had to write an entrance exam this past week, yuck! So since it's not the full chapter I wanted the next one might be a bit short, but I found the most logical place to split it and voila! As always, hope you enjoy! Please rate and review!
Chapter 5: Lost and Found
Scabior looked up as Thom came out of the tent some time later. He looked tired still but had a smile on his face.
“Well, I got 'er all 'ealed up. An' with 'er fever gone she won' take as long ta recover. She should be up an' abou' in a day or so.” Thom caught Scabior's eye, “Tha' was a good call with the cloth, Boss. Saved 'er a lot o' sufferin'. The spells'll set better too withou' the fever.”
Scabior shrugged, “I just wanted her better so we could get on with figurin' out who she is and handin' her over.”
Thom nodded, though he suspected that wasn't the only reason for Scabior's actions. He knew Scabior well and had already realized there was something drawing him to this witch, even if Scabior hadn't realized it himself.
“Is she still awake?”
“Nah, I gave 'er a sleepin' draught. She needs ta no' move for a while fer the spells ta fully take hold. Figured tha' was the easiest way o' ensurin' she stay put.”
“Good call, Thom. How long will it last? We 'ave to go out an' scout around today. Will it last until we get back?”
Thom nodded, “Yeah, I gave 'er a powerful one. She'll be ou' cold until dinnertime at the earliest. Though it's more'n likely she'll be out 'til tomorrow.”
“Okay, that's good. Get the boys to grab their gear and meet at the apparation spot in ten minutes. I'm just gonna double check those wards on the off chance she does come to while we're gone.”
Thom nodded, “Sure thing, Boss.”
Turning Scabior walked to his tent, lifted the flap and entered, his eyes immediately gravitating to the bed. Lexington was sleeping peacefully. Thom had drawn the covers up around her shoulders so Scabior couldn't see the rest of her injuries but he could see that the bruising on her head was completely gone. Walking over he admired Thom's work, he really was gifted at healing. Her forehead was back to a normal size and colour, the only evidence of injury being the dried blood that clung to her skin and hair. He stood there watching her even breathing for a few minutes, taking in all the features of her face. Even under all the blood he could see that she was uniquely beautiful. She had a squarish, yet refined, chin, high cheek bones and the longest eyelashes he had ever seen. He was sure he'd known someone who resembled her once, he just couldn't put his finger on it. Who was she? What was her part in all this? And why had those other snatchers wanted her badly enough to beat her to a pulp? He knew it was going to bother him until he figured it all out so he resolved to ask some of his contacts in the next few days, once he had time to get to town. He studied her sleeping form a bit longer before a voice from outside the tent brought him out of his contemplation.
“Boss? Ya ready? The boy's are all waitin' ta see where we're 'eaded today.” Thom called.
Shaking his head to dispel the last of his thoughts concerning the girl he turned and grabbed his pack from beside the table. Drawing his wand from his back pocket he flicked it at the door. Satisfied that the wards were still strong and that they would hold if she woke up and tried to leave he exited the tent. He strode over to the rest of the men, who were all gathered just to the north of the clearing their camp was in. He shielded his eyes from the sun as he took a rough note of it's position. Mid morning. That left plenty of time to put in a good days work. Hopefully they found some people today, he was tired of eating what they could catch. A good solid meal would do all of them some good.
“Alright boys, let's head north today. We'll apparate about 25 miles, spread out an' start walkin' back this way. If we find anybody you all know the drill. An' remember, for Merlin's sake, be silent.”
“You got it, Boss.” Ty said rather enthusiastically.
Scabior shook his head at the lads infallible good mood, “Let's hope we get lucky today. We find anything worth while we'll head to one of the pubs nearby for some food.”
This brought grins to all their faces, even a dour looking Ben brightened enough to smile a bit. On Scabior's nod they all turned on the spot and apparated.
As soon as the six figures had disappeared a tiny shadowy figure scampered out of a bush not far from the edge of the clearing. Crouching low to the ground it looked quickly all around, paying close attention to where the men had been standing. Finding no sign of movement and no sound to indicate their return, the small form flicked it's tail happily and slunk silently into camp. Pausing at each tent it listened at each door, a large ear pressed against the canvas. Finally finding one with low breathing sounds coming from within it gave a small wiggle of excitement before it lay flat on it's belly and shimmied under the flap.
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Several hours had paced when the men finally returned to camp. It had been a good day. They'd found 3 people wandering around the forest claiming to be muggle hikers out on a day trip. However when Scabior's men had searched their packs they found a few magical items and their wands sewn into the lining of one of the bags. Scabior had thought that was funny, they thought they were so sneaky, trying to hide the evidence of them belonging to the magical world. Sneaky, but stupid. By hiding their wands they couldn't fight back and had been almost too easy to catch. He didn't have a problem with easy catches though. They came infrequently but they allowed his crew to return to camp earlier than they usually did, bellies full of warm food and a few drinks and in much better spirits. As they walked past the wards around the camp Scabior's eyes did their usual quick sweep to note if anything looked disturbed or out of place. All was well. Xander started to get a fire going and Ty bounded to his tent saying something over his shoulder about bringing out his chess set. Scabior smirked, the rest of the men were bound to challenge the lad, they always did on nights like this. They were all determined to beat Ty, but the boy had an uncanny ability at winning chess. So much so that Scabior had stopped challenging him after a few weeks, the rest of the men, however, were more determined to see him lose at least one match and took every opportunity they could to make that happen. Turning to his tent he decided he should check on the girl.
Scabior lifted the door flap and ducked inside. The warmth from the small wood stove immediately started to take the damp chill out of his clothes. The days were starting to get colder and he was very glad he didn't have to spend his nights out side in the frigid air. Straigtening up he glanced at the bed and stopped in his tracks. Shock and confusion filled him. The girl was there, still sleeping soundly, but curled up on her feet was a small bundle of white and black fur, also fast asleep.
Slowly, stealthily Scabior crept towards the bed. What the hell was that? And how the bloody hell did it get in his tent? He stood over the sleeping figures, neither seemed to stir at his presence. Locating what he thought was the creatures head he reached out and plucked it up by what he hoped was the scruff of its neck. As he lifted it the tiny striped fur ball left out a low growl, baring miniature teeth. Holding it up to examine it Scabior saw that it really was tiny, barely bigger than both his hands if he'd held them together. It had large green eyes and ears that where huge compared to its body. A thin tail with a tuft of black fur at the end was whipping back and forth through the air at having been awoken so rudely. Still holding the creature by the scruff of the neck he walked back out of his tent.
“BLAINE!” He yelled, “What the BLOODY hell is this?”
At the sound of his voice Blaine quickly swivelled around on the log he was sitting on. He'd been watching Ty and Thom play a game of chess, but knew never to ignore the Boss when he sounded like that. Upon seeing Scabior holding something small and fluffy out in front of him Blaine got up to take a closer look. That explained why Scabior had yelled for him, as far as furred and feathered things went Blaine knew the most on their crew. By the time he reached Scabior, Ty and Thom were also peering curiously at him and his furred cargo.
Examining the animal Blaine chuckled, “Wha' you got there, Boss, is a young kneazle. No idea where it came from though, odd to see one on it's own in the woods. 'Specially one that young.”
“Ok,” Scabior breathed through his nose, “so how did it get in my tent? My wards are still up.”
“Well, standard wards won't keep 'em out. 'e probably just popped under 'em. Their harmless enough, kinda like a really smart cat.”
“Fine,” Scabior bent down and placed the young creature on the ground, waving a hand at it, “shoo.”
The kneazle looked up at him for a second with those huge green eyes, gave a soft mew and started to scamper back towards the tent.
“Hey! Not that way fluff ball!” Scabior lunged after the creature. He scooped it up again and stared at it, “You are not allowed in my tent.” The small thing just stared right back.
“Looks like you made a friend, Boss.” Ty said, trying, and failing, to hide his amusement.
“How do I get rid of it, Blaine?” he asked with exasperation.
Blaine gave a non-committal shrug, “No' sure you can, Boss.”
“WHAT?”
“Once a kneazle forms a bond with a witch or wizard it'll do anything to stay with 'em.”
“Are you tellin' me this infernal creature has bonded to me?” Scabior asked, eyeing the thing dangerously.
“No' necessarily. Where did you find it?” Blaine enquired.
“Curled up on the girls feet, sound asleep.”
Blaine nodded, “Sounds more like 'e's decided 'e likes 'er best.”
Scabior sighed tiredly, “Great, that's just great. An' you're sure I can't get rid of it?”
“You can try, but it'll jus' keep comin' back.”
“Fine. Here,” he shoved the kneazle roughly towards Blaine.
Grabbing the creature before Scabior dropped it Blaine looked at him, surprised, “Wha' am I supposed to do with it?”
Scabior turned back to his tent, “I don' care. Just keep it out of my tent.”
Blaine watched as he disappeared behind the flap. Glancing down at the small animal he mumbled more to himself than to it, “Well, tha's a task tha's easier said than done.” He sat back down on his log, Ty and Thom having gone back to their game. As he watched them play he absently began scratching between the tiny kneazle's ears. A small smile curled the corners of his mouth when he heard it start to emit a soft rumbling purr.
Ducking back into his tent Scabior glanced over to the bed again. Lexington was still asleep. It didn't look like she'd moved from the position she'd been in when they left that morning. He stared at her face for a minute, noticing that that damn pout was still stuck on her lips. Growling in frustration Scabior marched to the bathroom, turned on the taps and splashed cold water on his face. Leaning on the sink he took a deep breath. He needed to figure out who she was. Then he could get rid of her, get rid of the temptation that was eating away at him and get rid of that damned fluff ball that had decided to show up. He grabbed a hand towel and swiped it across his face. Tossing it on the edge of the sink he went back to the main room. Shrugging out of his coat he hung it on the back of his desk chair, sat down and pulled one of the maps towards himself. He had work to do, he had to plan out their next move. Runners were getting fewer and farther between in these woods. He'd have to make that trip to town soon, figure out where people were heading to hide. That was the problem with setting up a base camp. Eventually runners started to hear about enough people getting caught in that area and avoided it. While he was in town he could ask around about the girl too, maybe even take Xander and Ben to make a supply run while he made enquiries. That would help keep their stomachs full, which in turn kept their spirits up and made his job easier over all. Having decided to make the trip to town before moving camp he pushed the map away, stood up and grabbed a book from the shelf. He walked to the table, pulled out a chair and sat down. He unlaced his boots and drew them off, pulling a second chair in front of him to rest his feet on. Sitting like that he could feel the warmth from the stove on his toes, sighing happily he opened the book and started to read. Eventually his eyes closed and his head started to nod, the book he was holding slid out of his hands as they dropped slowly to his lap.
By the time the movement occurred at the tent door Scabior was fast asleep. Something wiggled it's way into the tent. The small stripped kneazle got up from it's belly and stood still. It stared at the man and cocked it's head, it's large ears listening intently. It gave a small mew and quickly hunkered down on the ground, tail tucked around itself and ears flat. When the noise didn't wake the wizard the kitten slowly crawled across the tent to the bed. Glancing briefly back over it's shoulder at the sleeping figure it hopped up on the bed. Finding the girl still there and unharmed it happily crept to her pillow and curled up in the crook of her neck, purring softly as it drifted off to sleep.
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Scabior woke with a start when he heard motion outside the tent. Noting it was already light outside he listened closely. He relaxed when he identified the sounds as Xander bustling about getting the fire going and grabbing pots or pans to start breakfast. Now that he was awake he became aware of a softer rustling coming from the other side of the tent. Glancing at the bed he saw Lexington move slightly in her sleep. The sleeping draught must be finally wearing off. Standing up Scabior stretched as he walked over to the bed. He watched her as she turned her head to the side, mumbling something incoherent in her sleep. With her head in this new position Scabior's eyes picked up something else stirring beside her, curled into her neck and almost hidden by her hair. Swearing under his breath he made to grab the little creature but it shot out from under her hair and made a quick dash for the end of the bed. Practically falling onto the bed to nab the streak of black and white fur Scabior found himself drapped across the girls legs, one hand pinning the struggling kneazle to the bed, the other trying to support most of his weight so he didn't crush Lexington. He felt her stir again and quickly righted himself, picking up the ball of fluff. He sat on the end of the bed for a moment, glaring at the kneazle. It started unwaveringly back at him. Finally breaking away from it's gaze Scabior looked at Lexington to see if she was waking up. She still looked like she was asleep but every few seconds she stirred as if she was having a dream. Deciding she wouldn't wake just yet he stood up, he tucked the kitten under his arm and went to find Blaine.
Upon exiting the tent he saw only Xander in the camp. “Where's Blaine?”
Xander looked up, “Mornin', Boss,” glancing at what Scabior was holding he tried to hide his smile, “Blaine ain't up yet.”
“Figures,” Scabior stalked towards Blaine's tent. Lifting the flap he stormed inside and roughly kicked the end of the bed that Blaine was stretched out across. Blaine woke instantly, rolling over with his wand in his hand. Scabior had been expecting that, however, and flicked his own wand that he already had out, causing Blaine's to fly from his grasp.
“Bloody hell, Boss!” he exclaimed, breathing rather quickly, “Couldn' you think o' a better way to wake a man? You scared the livin' daylights out o' me!”
“I distinctly remember tellin' you to keep THIS,” he thrust the kneazle at the other mans chest, “out of my tent.”
“Well, I can't really keep an eye on it all the time. A body's gotta sleep sometime, Boss,” Blaine replied taking the kitten from Scabior. He felt a bit more calm now that the shock of being waken suddenly had worn off.
“I don' want excuses, Blaine. Just keep that thing away from my tent.” Scabior turned to go.
“Don' see why it's my job,” Blaine grumbled under his breath.
Whirling around Scabior's eye's flashed, “It's your job because I say it's your job.”
“Fine, fine. Whatever you say, Boss,” Blaine conceded.
“Good.”
Once he had exited the tent Blaine held the tiny creature up to look it in the face, “You are gonna get me in trouble if'n you don' start behavin', you hear. I know you like the girl but Scabior ain't fond o' you yet. You gotta get him to tolerate you gentle like, ease into it. He's not a bad sort once you get to know him.”
The kitten stared back, as if it were focusing on each word. It's green eyes sparkling and it's thin tail twitching slowly.
“Right, so just go about gettin' him to like you slowly an' until then just avoid his tent when 'e's around. Got it?”
Blaine was slightly startled when the kneazle blinked it's eyes and mewed at him, bobbing it's head as if it was nodding. He knew they were smart but surely it didn't really understand. Getting out of bed he placed the kitten on top of the covers and got dressed for the day. Once he was ready he turned around to find the fuzz ball curled up on his pillow, eyes open as tiny slits observing him. A little unnerved Blaine went to exit the tent. Stopping at the door he looked back at the animal.
Deciding to err on the side that it did understand him he spoke to it again, “We'll be goin' to work today. When you hear a few loud cracks that'll mean we're gone. The same'll mean we're back. If'n you decide to visit the little miss make sure you're out o' his tent soon as you hear that.”
The kneazle flicked it's tail and let out a short rumbling purr, then closed it's eyes and went to sleep.
Blaine shook his head in wonder and left the tent.
Meanwhile, Scabior had re-entered his own tent. Seeing that Lexington was still asleep he went about his morning routine of getting ready for the day. He went over everything he'd planned out last night in his head as he did. He'd be taking Xander and Ben to town with him, which would mean that Blaine and Ty would be on their own for snatching duty. He'd get Thom to stay in camp with the girl since she was sure to wake up today. Glancing over at her he saw her eyelids start to flutter. Apparently she'd be waking up very soon. He crossed his arms and leaned on the table edge, waiting for her to regain consciousness.
Lexington was having trouble pulling herself out of slumber. She kept becoming aware of things around her, voices, movement, pressure on her legs, but each time she thought she would be able to open her eyes she felt herself falling back into oblivion. Finally after what seemed like hours of struggling she was able to force her eyes open groggily. Damn, that potion had been a strong one. She vaguely remembered Thom saying it would let her sleep most of the day. Assuming that meant it would be near night time she was surprised to find bright sunlight shining through the canvas, making her eyes water. She blinked as her eyes tried to adjust. Either she hadn't actually slept that long or she'd been out way longer than she had expected to be. Slowly she sat up, sighing in relief when her muscles didn't protest. Other than being a bit stiff she actually felt worlds better. She turned to look around the tent and her gaze fell upon a tall form. Scabior. He was just standing there against the table staring at her. That's creepy, she thought, wondering how long he'd been there.
“Mornin' sleepyhead,” he said.
“Morning,” she mumbled. She must have been out longer than expected if it was morning again.
Scabior chuckled, she really did look a bit out of it still, “Me an' the boys are headin' out for the day. Thom's gonna stay in camp with you. If you want to get cleaned up the bathroom is through there.” He pointed to the small door she'd seen, what felt like days ago now, in the back of the tent. “Everythin' you need should be in there. Towels, soap.”
She brightened visibly at the prospect of getting clean, “Thank you.” Swinging her legs over the edge of the bed she looked down at her clothes.
Scabior's eyes followed her own as she looked down at herself. Her clothes weren't exactly in the best state of repair and they were covered in dried blood and dirt. He could see the skin of her stomach through her ripped shirt. He stared at it for a moment, his throat tightening marginally. Bringing his eyes back up to her face he saw her flush slightly.
“What about my clothes?” she asked quietly.
“There's extra shirts in the wardrobe by the bed,” he replied, his voice low, “You can wear one of mine for now.”
He didn't know why but something inside him liked the idea of her wearing one of his shirts. She looked up startled. He didn't know if it was from the thought of wearing his clothes or the tone of his voice. Either way she looked rattled and he decided he liked that too. Merlin, he needed to leave.
“Or you can see if Thom'll be able to fix your shirt. He should be able to wash everything while you're getting clean, but you'll 'ave to ask him about mendin' it.”
“Okay,” she replied shortly.
Scabior grunted as he turned to get his pack. As he walked to the door she spoke again.
“How long are you going to be gone?”
He faced her again and found her standing beside the bed, “Don' know.” He eyed her up and down briefly, “Why? You gonna miss me?”
His taunting was rewarded with her sharp intake of breath and hurriedly whispered response.
“No!” she could feel colour creeping into her cheeks.
He raised a brow, “Not sure I believe you, luv.”
Against his better judgement he crossed the room to stand before her, toe to toe. He was surprised when she stood her ground and barely flinched at his close proximity. Standing this close to her he could smell her, he reached out a hand to her hair, pulling a lock towards him and inhaling her scent.
Lexington remained rooted to the spot, her heart pounding. What was he doing?
“You smell like vanilla, sweetheart, did you know that?” his voice was low, gravely.
She swallowed, forcing herself to speak steadily, “Yes, it's a perfume I use.”
His eyes found hers and he was once again shocked at how blue they were. Letting his gaze drop to her lips he noticed that her pout was finally gone. Instead her lips were firmly pressed together in a thin line. Glancing back up at her eyes he noted the fear behind them. He gave her credit for putting on such a brave front and decided to let her off the hook easily this time. She had just woken up after all.
Stepping away from her suddenly he said, “Enjoy your bath, luv. There's books on the shelf if you want to read once your done. Don' try an' leave the tent. It's warded so you won't be able to.”
She watched as he stepped through the doorway and out of sight. She let out a shaky breath and her body started trembling. Merlin, that had been nerve racking. Even though he didn't seem to be as brutal as the first group of snatchers she had run into he was still a snatcher and part of her was terrified of that. But she'd be damned if she'd start giving into her fears now.
She waited a few moments to see if he was going to return, when he didn't she turned and made her way to the bathroom door. Opening it she saw a sink, toilet, a rather large bathtub, and a set of towels and clothes that hung on the wall beside the tub. Not much, but still impressive for a tent in the middle of the woods. Walking to the sink she looked in the mirror attached to the wall above it. Good lord, she thought, I look terrible! Dried blood covered half her forehead, trailing down her cheek and neck and staining the throat of her shirt and jumper. More blood was crusted in her hair along with a large amount of mud. Large dark circles were visible under her eyes, even though she'd spent all of yesterday sleeping. Taking in her appearance she couldn't imagine what she must have looked like with her face all bruised and swollen too. She must have been a sight. Examining her head and cheek where she knew she'd received hefty blows she was impressed by Thom's healing skills. Other than the blood, you'd never know her head had almost been split open.
“Lexington?”
She started as she heard Thom's voice from the other room, “Coming!”
She returned to the main tent area and found Thom standing in the middle of the room.
He shifted from foot to foot, “Scabior said you'd be wantin' ta get clean an' wantin' some clean clothes.”
“Yes, please,” she looked down at her shirt again, then at the wardrobe Scabior had mentioned. She didn't really want to wear his clothes. “Umm, I was wondering if you would be able to mend my shirt too?” she plucked at it with one hand, motioning to the tears.
Eyeing the shirt Thom contemplated it, “I can try, hun. No promises though.”
“That's really all I can ask, thank you.”
“Sure thing. How abou' ya jus' leave yer stuff ou'side the bathroom door? I'll come back in abou' twen'y minutes ta grab 'em. Give 'em a good scrub an' see wha' I can do abou' tha' shirt. Then I'll put 'em back where ya left 'em. Sound good?”
Lexington nodded, “Yes, that sounds fine.”
Thom gave a low laugh as her stomach made a loud growling noise, “I'll bring ya somethin' ta eat too, shall I?”
She gave him a small smile, “If you wouldn't mind.”
“No' at all, Lexington,” he said, then paused looking at her, “Lexington is an awful mouthful. Is there anythin' shorter I can call ya? Lexi, mayhaps?”
“No!” she said sharply. Wincing slightly as he raised his brow in shock at her outburst, she amended, “Sorry. No, not Lexi, I hate that name. My friends-” She paused before she continued, “My friends call me Lex if they want something shorter.”
He looked at her curiously, “Ya remember somethin'? Yer friends?”
Lexington thought hard, her brow furrowed, “I-I think so, sort of. I mean, I remember that I have friends and I remember that they call me that. But I can't remember who my friends are.”
Thom smiled, “Well, tha's a start, Lex. Tha's a start.”
She couldn't help smiling back at him, he really was rather likeable. For a snatcher.
“I'll leave ya ta yer bath then.”
“Thank you,” she said as he walked out of the tent.
She went back to the bathroom and started to run water into the tub. It didn't take long for it to fill with steaming hot water. Quickly undressing she wrapped one of the towels around herself and opened the door to drop her clothes outside the door. Something darted between her feet as she did and she gave a small cry of alarm. Whirling around she saw a tiny white creature with black strips and huge ears sitting in the middle of the floor, staring up at her with large green eyes.
Closing the door she crouched down, “Well hello there.” The animal she recognized as a kneazle butted it's head against her outstretched fingers, purring. “And who might you be, young sir?”
The kitten only purred in response, standing to rub his back along her hand.
“Well, aren't you a friendly little fellow,” she smiled, “Tell you what. I need to get in the tub before it gets cold but you are welcome to stay and keep me company. How does that sound?”
The kneazle bobbed it's head and jumped up on the edge of the tub, walking to the end where a small flat shelf rested just above the waterline. Once there it sat down and looked at her, waiting expectantly.
She laughed, “Okay, okay, I'm getting in.”
She shed the towel and stepped into the water, sighing happily as she sank down into it, closing her eyes she let the warmth envelope her body. She didn't make any move to clean herself right away, enjoying the feel of the hot water as her muscles relaxed. She heard the kitten start to purr and smiled. He really was too cute and just the kind of welcome distraction she needed. After a few minutes she opened one eye to peer at the small creature. His purrs increased in volume when she looked at him. She should give him a name. Thinking she ran through all the names she could in her mind, but couldn't decide on one. Glancing at the kitten again she decided to let it help name itself.
“So, what should we call you then?”
His ears perked up, listening raptly.
“Winston?”
He let his ears fall sadly.
“Okay, not Winston. How about Leonard? That's a good strong name.”
His ears still flat he closed his eyes.
“No? Okay. Hmm.” she kept thinking.
The little creature opened his eyes and stood his ears back up.
“Theodore?”
His ears fell.
“Mr. Rumbles?”
That name got an angry tail flick making her laugh.
“Alright, not that one. Hmm. What about Gawaine? He was a brave, strong and loyal knight.”
The kitten's ears shot straight up as it stood up tail held high in the air and let out a loud meow.
Lexington smiled brightly, “That's settled then. You shall from here on be known as Sir Gawaine, bravest of the kneazles.” She watched him stand proudly, “That's a big name for such a tiny kitten but I think you somehow fit the boots.”
He settled down into a crouch on his shelf again, contentedly purring away.
Smiling she decided it was time to get clean. Slipping her head under the water she scrubbed at the dried blood on her face, loosening some of it as her hair floated around her. Coming up for air she looked around for the soap that Scabior had said was there. Finding it on a shelf opposite the newly dubbed Gawaine she reached for it picking it up before she realized she hadn't grabbed one of the wash clothes before getting in the tub. Just as she had resigned herself to getting at least partly out of the tub to reach one she her a muffled growl. Looking at Gawaine she laughed. He had somehow managed to reach the clothes and now held one between his tiny teeth.
“Why thank you kind sir,” she beamed, reaching for the cloth.
Lathering the soap into the cloth she proceeded to wash herself all over. She breathed in the fresh scent of the soap and realized it smelled faintly of sandalwood and citrus. That must be why Scabior smelled like that. She wouldn't mind smelling like this for now but she didn't want to smell like him forever. She decided that depending on how long she was going to be here, and considering she still had no idea who she was, it might be awhile, she would ask him to get some of her regular shampoo and soap. It was worth a try.
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